 | Katie Trumpener - 1997 - 450 σελίδες
...Scotland as motivated by the silence of its landscape, empty of history and of cultural referents: "I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but...rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills,... | |
 | Lawrence Lipking - 2009 - 396 σελίδες
...Highlands, a long, self-conscious, poetic passage sketches the time and place of the book's conception. "I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of Romance...rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills,... | |
 | Leith Davis - 1998 - 240 σελίδες
...part of the country. Johnson describes the scene in which he f1rst thought of writing his narrative: I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance...rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before me, on either side, were high hills, which... | |
 | Mary Poovey - 1998 - 450 σελίδες
...certainties, and consequencly gain more principles ot reasoning, and found a wider basis of analogy. . . . I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of Romance...my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet, . . .Before me. and on either side, were high hills, which by hindering the eye from ranging, forced... | |
 | Kevin Hart - 1999 - 254 σελίδες
...indicates both how close and how distant he was to something in or behind the passage we have just read: I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of Romance...rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence and solitude. Before me, and on either side, were high hills, which... | |
 | Scottish Mountaineering Club - 1913 - 518 σελίδες
...welcome the inspiration in the Lochaber glen which prompted the work. Here is his own account:— " I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance...to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my licud, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness,... | |
 | Everett Zimmerman - 2007 - 276 σελίδες
...around Scotland, heading west from Fort Augustus to Glenelg, before he conceived of writing about it: "I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of romance might have been delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed... | |
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I sat down on a bank, such as a writer of Romance might have delighted to feign. I had indeed no trees to whisper over my head, but a clear rivulet streamed at my feet. The day was calm, the air soft, and all was rudeness, silence, and solitude. Before... 
